New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Том 119E. W. Allen, 1860 |
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... Carlyle's , travelling from one part of England to the other , was arrested by illness at Castle Marling : grave illness it appeared to be , inducing fears of death . He had not , as the phrase goes , settled his affairs ; and Mr. Carlyle ...
... Carlyle's , travelling from one part of England to the other , was arrested by illness at Castle Marling : grave illness it appeared to be , inducing fears of death . He had not , as the phrase goes , settled his affairs ; and Mr. Carlyle ...
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... Carlyle , speaking upon impulse . She glanced up at him , a look that he would never forget : it cer- tainly told of despair . " No , " she said , shaking her head , " it is a miserable home , and I cannot remain in it . I have been ...
... Carlyle , speaking upon impulse . She glanced up at him , a look that he would never forget : it cer- tainly told of despair . " No , " she said , shaking her head , " it is a miserable home , and I cannot remain in it . I have been ...
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... Carlyle , do not disparage East Lynne to me ! Would I could awake , and find the last few months but a hideous dream ! -- that I could find my dear father alive again ! —that we were still living peacefully at East Lynne ! It would be a ...
... Carlyle , do not disparage East Lynne to me ! Would I could awake , and find the last few months but a hideous dream ! -- that I could find my dear father alive again ! —that we were still living peacefully at East Lynne ! It would be a ...
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... Carlyle . " How very grateful Isabel must feel to you , " quoth she . " I speak openly , Mr. Carlyle , because I know that you were cognisant of the un- protected state in which she was left by the earl's improvidence , putting marriage ...
... Carlyle . " How very grateful Isabel must feel to you , " quoth she . " I speak openly , Mr. Carlyle , because I know that you were cognisant of the un- protected state in which she was left by the earl's improvidence , putting marriage ...
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... Carlyle , but I fear I do love , or very nearly love , Francis Levison . I wish he would ask me to be his wife ! -or that I had never seen him . " Isabel's soliloquy was interrupted by the entrance of Mrs. Levison and the countess ...
... Carlyle , but I fear I do love , or very nearly love , Francis Levison . I wish he would ask me to be his wife ! -or that I had never seen him . " Isabel's soliloquy was interrupted by the entrance of Mrs. Levison and the countess ...
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Сторінка 39 - Into a Limbo large and broad, since called The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown Long after, now unpeopled and untrod.
Сторінка 158 - And she hath watched Many a nightingale perch giddily On blossomy twig still swinging from the breeze, And to that motion tune his wanton song Like tipsy joy that reels with tossing head.
Сторінка 153 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
Сторінка 157 - Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch! filled all things with himself, And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Of his own sorrow) he, and such as he, First named these notes a melancholy strain. And many a poet echoes the conceit; Poet who hath been building up the rhyme...
Сторінка 74 - Ye woodlands all , awake : a boundless song Burst from the groves! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela , charm The listening shades, and teach the night his praise.
Сторінка 310 - How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ; For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And, as I watch the line of light, that plays Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west, I long to tread that golden path of rays, And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest.
Сторінка 78 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn...
Сторінка 72 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Сторінка 157 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes; As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Сторінка 68 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.